I'm pretty sure I could eat cream cheese by the spoonful

You know those waves of emotion (I would say love, but, as "they" say, love is not a warm, fuzzy feeling; it's an action) that you get for people?

A few night ago, Papa told us that Grandpa didn't want his boys to hunt doves. He said it was because they were a symbol of peace, and most importantly, when doves mate, they mate for life. If one is killed, its mate won't find a new mate. It will live the rest of its life alone.

I love Grandpa. I'm always learning new things about him. It seems every time I get a picture and idea in my head about the way he was as a younger man and the father of my Papa, I learn something new about him and have to reconjure the image. His character, temper, loving actions, and the way he brought up his children to love the Lord, not only in word, but in deed---these things (and countless others) make me respect him more and more, and I look on him not only as my pun-making, corny, sometimes grouchy, puttering old grandfather, but as a strong, compassionate, and anchored man with an invaluable legacy.

I love you, Grandpa.